Oil, These Leaves, And Aura



Through those tiny porthole windows, New York City must have looked mammoth, maybe even terrible, as her plane hovered above the tips of the city’s skyscrapers, dipped its nose toward the runway, reversed the engines, and landed. I always get a rush when I see the skyline out those tiny airplane windows. I can’t imagine what it all looked like to Aura though – this place so new and different from her own.

Aura Tegria didn’t seem as scared, as nervous as I thought she might be when she told me that she and Vladimir were in Bogotá to apply for U.S. visas. She wasn’t just going to New York City on holiday either. Continue reading on Beacon…